Thomas. One of the two you didn’t meet. He’s a real firecracker.

[Morgan smiles, but offers nothing more. If Oren wonders, and wants answers, he has to ask — for instance, they age so, so slowly these days, but far be it from him to explain how or why. He’s not a mind-reader, after all.]

That’s it, then? If you ever have something on the table, I suppose you know where to find us.

[Because, yes, greed does drive them, to a certain degree. Greed for different things among each person, or a means to an end to fill some kind of void all the others but himself seem to feel. But that, of course, is definitely not offered freely.]

But you don’t have to leave so soon. Make yourself at home. Today’s a day off for everybody, and they’re sure to be taking advantage of it.